Boartusk Heights Let's Go Up In Flames

These lands fed the young man’s ego well enough. Leonidas found himself as what seemed to be one of the only wolves in this expansive territory. At least, he did not run across any markings or even that of a random loner passing through. This made for an ideal situation to tend to the wounds Dysis had left him with. Of course, he did not know where she had gone off to. If she stayed near or found a better suited home farther away was none of his concern, though he wondered about it often. The battle stayed fresh in his mind morning and night as there was no true victor.

Once he was well enough to travel, a large fresh scar having finally been formed on his left shoulder, Divi Filius sought another potential kingdom. The previous was fine, but it was only fine. He demanded perfection. 

Atop the world was what he wanted, touching the heavens themselves so that he might feel closer to his destiny. He would be revered by all with time. He would become a God. 

It wasn’t until a familiar scent was discovered, sending golden eyes aflame, that Leonidas halted his climb to the top. The virago that dared to stand in the way, repeatedly now it seemed. To follow it would surely bring more turmoil in his life, but a need to finish what he had started had the giant veer hard to find the demon. What he found was the beginning of her end. The black coated gladiator stood from a jagged ledge just above her, watching solemnly down his nose as the scene unfolded. Dysis found herself, unknowingly it seemed, in a Colesium with beasts. The rain above reeking of Artemis’s rage as the cream fool sought to slaughter the babe of a formidable foe. Did she not realize this was a fool’s hunt? Quiet he stayed, to watch the trial of strength unfold before him.